[bones, teeth, etc.]

Tired moth

come look at

my coffin:

here lies

bones, teeth, etc.

No face -

no voice -

no worth -

nothing to give

except the things I left behind.

Through cliff faces of soil

are the marks I left

and they are all that matters

now.

The things I did,

and who I was -

not this pile

of bones, teeth, etc.